TF2 Defensive classes reaction and actions to a sleep deprived S/O.
Defensive Classes with a Sleep Deprived SO
I feel this man is in the same boat as you.
No literally, he's just as sleep deprived despite always sleeping. He hasn't had really good REM/deep sleep in gods know long.
You know what that means??? NAP DATES!!!
The two of you curl up somewhere comfortable and he ensures you properly rest.
He's so comforting to cuddle with. Warm, and grips you like a teddy bear.
I swear the two of you are constantly going to be passed out in some capacity.
He genuinely worries about your health though if you're sleep deprived.
"Uh,,,, maybe you should get some rest?????"
Doesn't take no for an answer you're taking a nap lol.
Melatonin, netflix, hulu, cuddling-
This man sees the start of you not taking proper rest and he's automatically on you about it.
Like what??? He's a little concerned and then becomes a lot concerned.
The man just picks you up and forces you to get some rest. Feeds you something good, gives you something warm to drink and then wtf go to sleep.
Tells you Russian fairytales.
He's so comforting to be around.
Makes sure you don't get hurt when you're awake and still half asleep.
You sleep on his chest. yes.
The two of you are often seen just cuddling, relaxing etc. He's really trying to get your brain to power off lmfao.
He does ask Medic for anything that might help you sleep.
Cares so much about you, just rest. PLEASE.
Ever the mama bear, Engie is a sweetheart and is very gentle in his approach on taking care of you when you're sleep deprived.
He's super attentive and sweet, makes sure you're eating right, drinking water, the works.
Will physically pull you away from your work or whatever you're doing just to make sure you're getting rest.
Rest doesn't have to be sleep either, just taking it easy.
He's concerned if you don't heed his advice???
Will sing very quietly to you to get you to sleep. he has such a soothing voice.
Engie's touches are so sweet. Loving, and completely innocent.
He makes you honey lemon tea,,, it's super good. Natural "go to sleep" aid.
Literally we stan Dell being supportive in this household. He'll cover whatever work or stress is preventing you from sleeping. He wants you to be healthy and happy!
Always kisses your forehead and reminds you to have sweet dreams.
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If requests are still open I'd love some Engineer content, because it feels like there's never enough of that. sfw, nsfw, anything! Ok, maybe not angst, I'm not huge on that, so maybe some sweet stuff?? Hanging out in his workshop? Nights by the campfire together?? I'll take whatever you got 🙏🏽
Sleepy? No? I Think You Mean 'Yes'
Engineer X GN!Reader
[Warnings: like, none?]
[AN: Man i love Engie. He’s so great. I’m also, like, immensely tired, so that might’ve made its way into the fic lmfao. 873 words <3]
Despite his normally people pleasing nature, Dell doesn’t actually favor a lot of people spending time in his workshop with him. He’s more than protective over his equipment, all of his blueprints, his plans and whatnot - this is his space, for goodness sake - but he’s never been able to say no to you.
You’re actually sitting on one of the stools, hunched over his work desk sketching away. The both of you are artists in some regard, but he’s always thought you were better. Dell watches from the corner of his eyes as you flick the pencil across the paper, a small smile on your face that he mirrors on his own.
“What’cha workin’ on, honeybee?” He asks, voice smooth like butter and sweeter than honey. He stops cleaning his tools for just a moment.
You peek your head up for just a second to give him your attention before turning yourself back to your drawing. “It started out as wanting to draw a portrait of you,” you began, “but it weirdly moved onto animals out here in the desert and now it’s become… steampunk?” You attempt to explain before moving your hunched form back, stretching slightly to show him your doodles. There, on the page are animals and lots of eraser marks.
Dell’s eyes move again from his tools to see your art. The animals look mostly organic save for a very mechanical touch. He chuckles softly before nodding in approval, “these are pretty good,” he says, his gloved fingers dancing just barely over the page.
You feel a light heat blanket your cheeks before playfully roll your eyes and pull the paper back to your side. “Which one is your favorite?” You ask.
Dell gestures to the bearded dragon that you’ve given mechanical wings to. “He looks like a nice little fella,” he observes.
You nod and take out another sheet of paper, slowly working on making a much bigger version of your winged bearded dragon. Your pencil scritches fill the room once more. “And how is your cleaning going?” You inquire as you hone in on your writing, not even caring that your posture is decidedly banana shaped.
Dell glances down to the tools he’s placed down before making a ‘so-so’ motion with his hands. “It’s alright,” he starts. “Feel like they’re never as clean as they could be, but what can you do?” He finishes with a warm chuckle, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards into a cheeky grin. “Almost done with them, so I’ll be messing with my sentries in a moment or so-”
You don’t mean to be rude, but you stop drawing for a moment to yawn, and loudly. Your eyes go wide. “Oh my goodness,” you begin, “I’m so sorry, that was rude-”
Dell laughs. The sound travels up through his chest like champagne bubbles that pop as they reach the surface. He even wipes away a tear, his smile wide, warm and inviting. “Are you really that tired, honeybee?”
You pout and drop your pencil to cross your arms over your chest. “Of course not,” you retort, turning your head away from him as you bite back another yawn. “I’m not sleepy at all.”
He laughs under his breath when you accidentally let another yawn escape through your lips. “Are you sure about that?” He hums, his eyes half lidding with that certain ‘I told you so’ attitude. He places his gloves hands together, interlacing his fingers before resting his chin on top of them, a knowing smile gracing his lips.
You sigh tiredly and shake your head, “not tired,” you continue, “not until I finish this drawing.”
He glances down to see that you’ve already crossed many grounds in your efforts to draw his favorite animal from your doodles. Quietly, he tsks his tongue, sliding off his seat to encase you in his arms. “I think it’s nap time,” Dell hums, his lips pressing against your cheek as you melt into his warmth.
You slide off your seat as well and fall into his grasp, letting loose another yawn. “Nap time?” Your artwork is left on his desk, ready for you to return to after the exhaustion leaves your body.
“Yeah, nap time,” he chuckles deeply. He takes in a slow, deep breath when you rest your head on his chest, already greeting sleep by listening to his heartbeat. Dell knits his eyebrows together lovingly, his fingers brushing over your scalp.
You nuzzle into his warmth, practically floating as he leads you back to your room. “Not sleepy,” you say half heartedly, barely even able to see straight as your legs shuffle through the hall. It’s like the world is floating, and you can’t find your balance.
“Very sleepy,” Dell answers.
Your eyes feel heavier and heavier the closer you get to your room. “Not sleepy,” you repeat.
“Am… Not…” You continue to sound off like a mantra, your form becoming heavier in his grasp.
Dell rolls his eyes playfully as he picks you up, bringing you back to your room. His lips press to the crown of your head, the waves of exhaustion slowly cascading over his form as well. He’d soon be joining you.
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